Our two tabbies are called Bill and Ben, no idea why, but there was a children's TV program called Bill and Ben, Flowerpot men hundreds of years ago, Jemma is short for Jemimah Piddleduck (play on Beatrix Potter character) Mainly because she did and you had to duck when she did. Old cat years back was called Hannibal because it was the nearest we could get to "You horrible animal which is what was generally yelled at him and he began to answer to it. Still see him around the house, though he died 5 years ago or so.
I have 2 Yorkies that are half sisters. They have the same father. Willow and Wisteria. Need I say more????
In 1966, a year after we got married, we adopted a dog from the ASCPA in Norfolk Va. She was mixed breed but mostly Spitz. She had the long hair and back curled tail. But she had spot black and brown spots. Full blooded Spitz are pure white. We named her Dep, which is short for Deputy Dog ! Sadly in 1978 we had to have her put down as she was allergic to the sand flea bites in Fla. And her systems had all started to shut down. We were so upset that our neighbor took her to the vet for us. He wouldn't even let us reimburse him for the vet bill. A special friend and a special dog too.
Some years ago we had two cats that were called Tug and Bump. When they were tiny kittens their mother would change dens at least once a day, between a comfortable box downstairs and the back of the wardrobe upstairs, taking each kitten in turn up or down the stairs. Hence the names. We now have two cats called Copper and Bagel. Copper came from the RSPCA, and I have no idea why we called him that - he's a tabby and white, with no sign of either copper colouring. Bagel inflicted herself on us about eight years ago because her owners, just down the road, would go away at weekends and by Sunday any food they had put out would be gone, and she would be starving. She could probably smell the food we had put down for Copper. She would lurk at the door, and dash inside as soon as it opened, make a beeline for the cat bowl, and throw down as much as she could before she was put outside again. After a couple of months, we weakened and let her come in. She's still here. Oh, yes, her name. My daughter happened to be eating a bagel when we decided she was ours (or should it be 'we were hers?'). Her previous owners were quite happy for her to live here, and have now moved away.
